Hsu Fengnian held the cup in one hand and covered it with the other. There was a mark between his eyebrows that turned from red to purple, accompanying him as he drank. Everyone only thought that this Loose Immortal, who was not well-known in Jianghu, was lost in thought. They only cared about themselves as they drank, not daring to disturb him. Zhang Chunlin had always been arrogant. With Youyan Mountain Villa's status in the Jianghu, he was outstanding and born with a good appearance, he stopped at etiquette to the women who adored him and did not touch them at all. For some reason, when he saw the woman in purple who was as cold as frost, he was infatuated in an instant. It was just that he did not know what her relationship with his benefactor was. Heaven and man were in a dilemma. Between his eyebrows, there was only hesitation and desolation. He drank alone sadly. No one knew a son better than his mother. The woman who betrayed the South Sea island sighed softly. Zhang Bingling's temper was rough, and his observation skills were not good enough. He only cared about drinking with his two old friends. Hsu Fengnian leisurely exhaled a long breath. Cao Yu and Duan Mao stopped drinking and turned their heads with a look of disbelief. They saw the wisp of mist floating like a white snake in the air, as if twisting its head and tail. Wherever it passed, it crushed the snow into powder. Hsu Fengnian put down his cup and suddenly stood up. He said goodbye and went straight to the small courtyard of Chi Xue. He passed the courtyard door but did not enter. His footsteps floated and he almost staggered forward. He hesitated for a moment and swept through the air. His body was like an arrow that fell straight into the lake and sank to the bottom of the lake.
The people of Purple Bamboo Forest did not know the truth. They looked at each other and saw the doubt and shock in each other's eyes. Was this the rumored Jianghu sword breath that was like a dragon?
It was the first time Wang Xiaoping held a sword since he came up the mountain. He showed outstanding talent among the many martial brothers of Wudang. He had always been regarded as an excellent sword embryo born for the sword. He himself had always insisted that one day in the future he would die for the sword. Carrying the three swords of Youyan Mountain Villa's Fengsui, Little Bark, and Deer Head, this Sword Maniac slowly came to the lakeside, guarding the lake for the young man at the bottom of the lake. When Hsu Fengnian went to Wudang, Wang Xiaoping did not think much of it. A hedonistic son of rich parents with a notorious record, running to the mountain to practice the blade, what kind of future could he achieve? Da Shixiong did not hesitate to use his entire cultivation base of the Great Yellow Court in exchange for the four words' Wudang Dang Xing ', which made Wang Xiaoping even more furious. In a fit of pique, she simply went down the mountain to sharpen her sword heart, seeking to avoid what the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve. To this day, putting aside the identity of Zhenwu and the foreshadowing of Wudang Mountain, Wang Xiaoping did not have a good impression of Hsu Fengnian. But in terms of pure martial arts experience, she did admire him a little.
Ancestor Lu once said that when we cultivate the Dao, we shouldn't cultivate to become a watchdog.
Wang Xiaoping sat cross-legged until daybreak.
Three hundred miles south of Youyan Mountain Villa was Jiangnan.
A sudden and continuous heavy snow covered everything in silver. Everything was free to wear a fox fur coat. In the cold and snowy night, a black-clothed old man stepped on the white snow, his hands hidden in his sleeves. The place he walked was not in front of a village nor behind a shop. The nearest village to rest was thirty miles away. Ordinary old people would freeze to death in the snow. But looking at the old man's manner of walking, he seemed to have some martial arts training. Although he did not have too much domineering arrogance, presumably he would not freeze to death on the road. The old man was dressed in a wide-sleeved black robe, a pair of thick brocade boots stained with snow. His head was full of frosty white hair. Snow constantly fell on his head, as if there was snow on top of his frosty hair, somewhat cold and cheerless.
The old man walked expressionlessly, with no regard for anything or anyone. Even if there were a dozen white-clothed immortals floating by, like birds stepping on snow and mud, he still turned a blind eye. Not to mention that one of the young women was riding on a sword with a hundred flying swords behind her. The black-clothed old man also looked straight ahead. As a result, the Qi cultivators who had always been detached from the secular world took a few more glances. Qi cultivators were known for observing the weather, observing the Qi cultivators and people's faces. After sizing him up, they still could not figure him out. The leading old woman gently flicked her sleeves, pushing a sect junior who had slightly paused a few feet away. She then stopped. In the heavy snow, there was no road to talk about. But this old woman who did not attack Hsu Fengnian outside Youyan Mountain Villa actually had the humble attitude of a junior meeting a senior. The Qi cultivators were divided into two groups. One group had already swept past the black-clothed old man in a straight line, while the other group behind the old woman was motionless. Not to mention the barefoot woman who was riding on the sword, her eyes were rolling with a puzzled expression. Even the direct disciple of the Guanyin Sect who had comprehended the finger sword was somewhat surprised. Not to mention the rest of the Qi cultivators who had come out for experience this time, they all looked at the old man who had brushed past them from afar.
The black-clothed old man suddenly stopped in his tracks and did not turn his head. But everyone noticed that the tall black-clothed old man had separated a strand of Qi Ji, locking onto the Dripping Guanyin of the sect.
The old woman's expression was normal, but her feet were deep in the snow.
In an instant, the black-clothed old man who had descended like an old devil retracted his Qi Ji and looked up to the north. In the blink of an eye, he continued to move forward.
As the powerful elder of the Guanyin Sect, the old woman heaved a sigh of relief. The group of Qi cultivators in front drifted back and surrounded the old woman. They were somewhat moved and frightened. The old woman waited until the black-clothed man disappeared from her sight before revealing the secret, "It's Han Diaosi."
The barefoot woman who was the youngest but had the highest seniority laughed and said, "A human cat. I heard from my junior sister that because he is good at killing celestial phenomena with his finger, he is Han Wudi who is below the Land Immortal. Dripping Guanyin, why is he targeting you? "
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